I was set on painting a Strawberry Moon, and look what appeared on my canvas.

A prehistoric bird-man with long, trailing hair flies over sand dunes, scanning the night for his people and for memories of days when his world still made sense to him, and finds—nothing. The lyrics of "Wild God" are written all over his body and extend like a searchlight from his eyes onto the world beneath him.

‘Bright triumphant metaphors of love’ is written in small letters again and again and again and again and again across the midnight sky. A rabbit is swinging happily from a half-eaten strawberry that serves as the moon, and twelve Elvis Presley-impersonating vampires with sunglasses raise their arms in praise like a gospel choir in front of the ruins of our shared histories.

Wild, cinnamon-coloured horses gather at the foot of the hills. The horses are covered in three letters: ‘J O Y’ as they make their way across a ground that is covered in: “And all across the world they shout bad words, they shout angry words And all across the world they shout out their angry words About the end of love.”

Thank you for those bright, triumphant metaphors of love that sing of all our pains and our yearning sorrows. We need such songs just like we need the stars at night to guide our dreams and our journeys.

Love,

Cordula